Poem

    by Snipe

I think I like running the best
expending heat and energy
muscle and bone singing quietly
chasing dragonflies in the sun

The rain sheeting off scales and spines
head down low tail outright
running dark through the trees
pure moment white flare of lightning
burns this good memory ingrained

The wind tells of winter's intent
the pack runs in formation
chased even now by hunters
a fine game
admiration of a well played move

It's hot again
the best season to run
playing tag with another tribe
I think she likes you.

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